In Iris' Attic (F/M)

[DallasNotAustin]

Man the summer days are hot down here...

It was an august day like any other, the sun sitting scornfully high in the sky and beating down relentlessly on the quaint suburbia I call home. Of course with both the heat and humidity it meant that chores turned into sweaty and stinky ordeals, but that's something that I was just used to at this point. It didn't mean that I lose my right to complain about the weather when I voluntarily picked up gardening as a hobby though.

I'd just gotten out of the shower and had finished drying off when I noticed a familiar car was pulling into my driveway, it was Iris. We'd been seeing each other more frequently since our last time together at the roller rink, though neither of us had really acknowledged the binding and teasing that had occurred there. I had a feeling though that she knew that I absolutely loved it, and she definitely took the chance to make some offhand remarks that got me blushing. I guess she loved it too!

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the DING DONG of the doorbell, and I made my way over to open it.

"Heya sweetheart" her sunny voice shone through the doorway. She was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of black leggings finished off with a pair of white nike crew socks. I could see that the bottoms of them were already starting to turn gray and brown with a day's sweat and stink, though I couldn't smell them just yet. She must've caught my looking her up and down because she pushed her way through the door with a laugh. "You know if you wanted a whiff of these you could just ask!"

I snapped back to my senses and smiled and hugged her.

"They're not quite ripe enough yet. Give it a few more hours out in the sun."

We made our ways over to the couch and sitting down next to her, and she wasted no time in kicking her feet up on the table.

"Anyways, I need your help honey. I'm moving all my packages up into my attic and I obviously need a partner to help me out. You're the only one who can help me my prince charming! I need a big strong man to help me out."

The humor of this statement was not lost on me as I immediately began cracking up. Iris is both bigger AND stronger than me, but my helpful nature kicked in through the doubled over laughter.

"Of course I'll help you Iris! I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't give you a hand."

She beamed at this response.

"You're such a sweetheart!"

I was promptly thrown into a tight hug and was wrapped in arms and her chest. Jeez... she really had been working hard... I could smell her, though it was a nice smell, one that smelled familiar.

"Alrighty! Lets get this show on the road then!"

-

Several hours of hot manual labor later we were nearly done, and I sat in her steamy attic ready for her to bring the last box for me to hoist up. Looking around, the attic was fairly small now that it was well packed: there was a cleanish white carpet that lined the whole floor space that was maybe 8x6, it was well lit, and a fan hummed overhead. Several cross beams of wood ran parallel to the length of the space and it was well lit by a few lights that hung overhead on their wires.

I was so lost in thought looking around the room that I didnt even notice she was halfway in the attic with the last box, which snapped me out of it and I scrambled to help her load it in. The box was heavy and unevenly weighted.

"Good god Iris what on earth do you have in here?"

She grinned and looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Well why don't you take a guess and see if you're right, you'll get a reward if you're correct, and penalized if you're wrong."

I blinked twice, surprised. I had no idea what THAT was supposed to mean, let alone what could possibly be inside.

"Uhhh... I don't know. Hmm."

I gave the box a little shake, it rustled softly.

"Is it old shoes? Because I feel like that's the only thing that would be heavy enough and soft enough to—"

It was rope. Coils upon coils of rope of so many different kinds, nylon, jute, cotton, you name it. Most of them were whites and simple browns but there were a few more colorful coils in there too. My look of shock mustve been evident because I looked up and saw her grinning devilishly. I suppose the next turn of events wasn't too much of a surprise but it all happened lightning quick.

Iris lunged at me like a predator would its' prey, and my back fell onto the carpet as she leaned over me, my waist pinned underneath her and my hands pinned above my head. She held my wrists in a single hand and stared down at me hungrily, and I would be lying if I didn't immediately become flush with heat.

"What are you doing? Come on Iris, get off me!"

My protest was only half hearted and she could tell as she leaned in, her face mere inches from mine. I could feel the heat of her breath on my face and I swallowed, my eyes locked on hers. She was taller, heavier, and all around more powerful than me, there was truly nothing I could do.

"I'm doing..."

She paused.

"Exactly what I told you. I'm moving all my packages into the attic and that rope box? That's the second to last one. You're the last thing I need to secure up here."

I gulped, my brow already starting to glisten with sweat. Hers was too though for that matter, I could feel her body and mine radiating heat into each other, emotions was flaring.

"Yeah but I thought—"

She cut me off by kissing me, hard. Her tongue didn't need to ask for entry as our lips locked and she shared her passion with me. I felt thoroughly intoxicated by the kiss and I don't know how long we kissed for, but by the time she finished I was gasping for air like someone who had just been underwater.

"You don't think. I've wanted to do this for a long time, and now I've got you right where I want you!"

She smiled her normal sunny grin at me and I couldnt help but match her energy. I was really enjoying every second of this.

"You're my package and you belong to me. You don't think and certainly don't speak unless I tell you to, is that understood?"

I nodded and managed a very meek

"Yes ma'am.."

She planted another kiss on my forehead.

"Good, now I'm going to release my hips so you can roll over onto your belly. You're going to be a good boy and put your hands behind your back for me then. Can you be my good boy and do that for me?"

I nodded and she purred in response.

"Oh that's right, you really are obedient aren't you. If you weren't I'd have to punish you, that's a shame. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find the time."

She was absolutely right though... She had me right where she wanted me.

-

For her size Iris is surprisingly gentle and aware of exactly how hard she's exerting herself. I mean you have to be when you do heavy weightlifting in your free time, so I knew that escape was impossible. My mind thought of making a break for the ladder but I found it best to obey for now, I still remembered our last little outing at the roller rink. Her thighs let up some of the pressure and I awkwardly spun myself around underneath her, and laid on my stomach.

She released my hands and I put them behind my back in the center, but she clicked her tongue and straightened my arms out with a forceful hand.

"No you're not getting a boxtie my little package. Tsk tsk you should've known that, guess that's a punishment! You're getting a nice and tight rope armbinder!"

I grunted at the feeling of my arms being wrenched behind my back and opened my mouth to speak.

"Iris come o—"

Her hand immediately clamped over my mouth and she clicked her tongue again.

"I told you not to speak, god I forgot how noisy you are. You're going to get quite the gagging today my little gag boy. Hey... I kinda like that..."

Her gag boy???? I tried to protest but her hand just reduced my words to a pathetic "mm mm mm". She just shook her head and removed her hand.

"Oh you are so in for it today, I'm gonna have lots of fun with you!"

She removed her hand and within a flash my wrists were cruelly bound parallel to each other behind my back. I pathetically tried to wriggle around from side to side but trapped underneath her body there wasn't anything I could do besides get myself even more sweaty. I thought of complaining some more, she couldn't gag me twice after all, but then I thought back to the tickling session at her hands and decided that whatever she had in store was probably not worth finding out.

She bound my wrists, then my forearms, then my elbows which she somehow managed to get to touch behind my back!, and then my upper arms. The whole time she was securing me she was just humming a happy tune, clearly enjoying herself and so was I, even though I'd never let her know that.

After a few minutes of having my arms welded behind my body, I felt her spin around and pretty soon my legs were tightly bound too. At the upper and lower thigh (she laughed seeing how my butt popped), above and below the knees, all across my lower legs and even a piece of twine was tightly bound around my toes. She stood up and planted her foot right on my butt, admiring her handiwork.

"Man I really did a number on you, and I'm nowhere near done!"

My eyes widened at this statement and I tried to roll onto my side but her foot dug into me and kept me in place. She looked down at me sternly.

"I'm going to go downstairs to get some more things. Listen to me closely."

She leaned in, looming above me like a giant.

"Don't you dare move from this spot, if I find you somewhere else then where I left you? I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. So be a good little gag boy and stay right here. Mkay?"

I nodded along and she smiled at me, running a hand through my hair. She cood gently.

"Such a pretty gag boy... You really are all mine aren't you? You can say you are."

My face went even more red than it already was.

"I'm your gag boy..."

She squealed like a little girl and left a kiss on my temple.

"Yes you are! And since you admit it I'll leave you with a little present, here you go!"

I hadn't even noticed but she shoved a ball of socks right underneath my nose. She had taken them both off when I wasn't looking! Her pungent white crew socks that she had worn all day were right on my nostrils and I was forced to inhale their sour funky aroma. A soft moan escaped my mouth as I inhaled and she held them there for a few moments more for me to take in.

"Oh you like that don't you? Then open wide and I'll help you out even more."

I complied and she shoved her salty stinky socks in my mouth. She spent a few moments packing them in and causing my cheeks to bulge out to the sides, filled with her sweaty smelly fabric. I moaned and protested into my gag and shook my head from side to side but by then she had stood back up and planted a dirty foot on the side of my face. I could feel some of the sweat from her sole already rubbing off on my face.

"No need to thank me gag boy, now I'll be right back and then we can get you even more set up here. Remember not to move anywhere! I'll be right back..."

And with that she hurried down the ladder and left me there, trussed up tighter than a pig and stuffed up with a days' dirty socks. What did I just get myself into...

[milagros317]

Wonderful start!

I thought of complaining some more, she couldn't gag me twice after all, but then I thought back to the tickling session at her hands and decided that whatever she had in store was probably not worth finding out.

I do hope that she tickles him for a good long time, with lots of verbal taunting during the tickling.

[whatever351]

Great story looking forward to more!

[Splergy]

Part 2 soon?

[jone123]

lovely start, waiting for more

[beeblebrox883]

Amazing story! Love the dirty sock gag

[hafnermg]

Excellent story!! I am really hoping for a part 2 soon!!

[BoundTightly]

Nice story I'm hoping for part two

[whatever351]

Really hoping to see a continuation to this!!

[Simo]

Love it! Part two with more sock punishments plssss

[geelcarl]

Yep can’t wait for post 2